I'll try to bypass all the BS and try to move this thread in a better direction.
My wife is an excellent seamstress, not a professional, she just sews very well. One of her fellow teachers had a son getting married, and being divorced and a teacher, was on a very limited budget for a mother-of-the-groom dress. So my wife volunteered to spend some of her vacation making her dress for her. My wife made a sewing room out of one of the bedrooms, it was no-man's-land and I never set foot back there.
I had been up most of the night on a work emergency so I cut out early to go home and rest a bit. I saw Sandra's car in front of the house and figured they were working on her dress. Sandra was 45ish with a pretty cute figure, not a knockout, but I never minded if my wife invited her over to swim. Anyway, I walk if the back door and I could hear them chatting in the back of the house where the sewing room is, I just grab a beer and sit in my den recliner. didn't even yell that I was home.
You may have guessed what's next, I am leaning back with my eyes half closed and I hear Sandra talking to my wife as she is coming down the hall, sounds like she's getting them soft drinks. Sandra walks through the den, on the way to the kitchen and she is wearing panties and running shoes only. She didn't notice me at first, then it all clicked, then hands over tits, squealing, running back to the sewing room.
My wife comes in and fusses about me not announcing myself, but I'm alibied, I was up all night, I'm tired and I didn't want to bother them. My wife gives me a sly smile and looks at me like I planned the whole thing. Apparently the dress has a sewn in bra and they were doing the final fitting, my wife was stitching Sandra was waiting and got thirsty.
Sandra and I laughed about it when she came back dressed, she said she was just startled and panicked. I apologized, kinda.
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